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That wild energy that’s the muse of the seaWhen I loiter the beach in a storm,Will always reflect all your features to meAs I dwell on the shape..
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I’ve long been pondering suicide,My life is such a mess,I thought to try on the other side,It couldn’t be worse than this,I’d always..
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‘It’s coming in every night,’ she said,‘And creeping across the floor,It gives me an awful fright,’ she said,‘Thou..
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How on earth did I arrive hereIn this dark and dismal place,When it all began with love, butOf that love there’s not a trace,When you first bega..
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I was strolling around the cemeteryOn a Sunday afternoon,When the crumbling earth had opened upAnd I fell in a werewolf’s tomb,I wouldn’t ..
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I’d known of the cave beneath the cliffFor a year, or maybe more,And I’d often said to Jill, ‘What if…’But we’d n..
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She was always saying she’d kill me,Was violent in word and in act,But a heart of gold, so her friends have told,They say it as if it’s a ..
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Down at the end of Kilmartin StreetWhere nobody seems to go,A widow lives in an ancient millWhere the river will overflow,The mill race turns the migh..
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Elizabeth Paddington Warrington WareI met on a path today,I knew by the wind that was blowing her hairShe’d not have a lot to say.I said my hell..
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Erika loved her horse, Dark Spot,The spot was between its eyes,And everywhere Erika rode with it,They said it was no surprise.‘That spot’s..
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